All Affectation; 'tis My Perfect Scorn; Object

Variety's The Very Spice Of Life, That Gives It All Its Flavor.

Manner Is All In All, Whate'er Is Writ,the Substitute For Genius, Sense, And Wit.

Lord, It Is My Chief Complaint, That My Love Is Weak And Faint; Yet I Love Thee And Adore, Oh For Grace To Love Thee More!

Pleasure Admitted In Undue Degree, Enslaves The Will, Nor Leaves The Judgment Free.

No Wisdom That She May Gain By Experience And Reflection Hereafter, Will Compensate The Loss Of Her Present Hilarity.